ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

The Story of the Little Child

..."Other People Trying, Other People Who Got Names"...

While waving at the last disciple who left the hangar, in his heart Ningsih was grateful that they were still willing to come to practice even though the spatter continued to fall.

"If only I had a lot of money. Village roads will not fix everything. Unfortunately, aah, that's ...."

Ningsih took a long breath. When the rain continues to fall like this, as if it is continuous from day to day without stopping, some parts of the village road must be very muddy and slippery. I worry about those kids too. Nekat, even though it has been said not to come.

A faint smile fell on her reddish lips. So-sookan moaned, even though his heart was glad they still came. That means they are serious. Only five children, two sixth graders of Elementary School and three were already second grade Junior High.

The girl again sighed. Restless, inwardly asked, when will those important access roads be repaired?

Pangangan Village is arguably already quite advanced compared to other villages around. Even the market is famous, many neighboring villagers shop there because they do not have their own market. Many traders were from outside the villages - most of them were people who lived near the big market.

Pulling upwards, the ping pong ball eyes this girl looked concerned the ceiling which was once white now had many parts that became brownish, even those in the back corner to the left was already collapsing, which is now white, fragile in raindrops.

Just look at those two buckets that Ningsih had placed under him, it was almost full again. Before it overflowed, Ningsih rushed to throw it away. Then wipe the wet floor.

Part of the wall of the hangar made of wood, the bottom is hollowed out by termites, the cement floor has been broken, the doors and windows of the hinges are also old-when opened-close the sound is noisy. The situation of this sanggar is quite alarming indeed. If there is no Ningsih, this sanggar must have been abandoned or forgotten.

Although the elders cared, but they could do nothing, other than hope that there would be young people willing to preserve this ancestral heritage. Be thankful there is Ningsih.

Although-may-may-at the end of the day will just be as the saying goes, cows have milk, cows have names, Ningsih doesn't mind. He sincerely wanted to preserve the heritage heritage heritage cultural reserve. Not just looking for sensation.

So, even if one day this sanggar managed to be revived as it used to be and the one who will be known as the pioneer is someone else, not Ningsih, the girl will not bother about it.

it was already five in the afternoon, Ningsih packed up the items since it was time to go home. If it is not raining, practice usually until six o'clock. Yeah, how else? This rainy season the days are darker, pity the children whose homes are far away.

Tok tok tok tok

Shoulders squealing. Ow hell! In my heart complaining. Without even looking at it, Ningsih could already estimate who had come. His intention was to rush home so as not to meet this person. Uh, even the guy's here.

"Eh, Mr. Supreme." Stay friendly despite the heart. "Rain, it's raining, it's still stopping by." He put his cloth bag back down and walked over to the man standing at the door.

The man was still wearing a helmet and coat, his right hand was holding a black plastic bag. Bedragglade. The bike is parked outside the fence.

Ningsih's sweet face was more unsightly as both basins were deep enough to adorn both cheeks. His hair was swept backwards as the wind blew. So endearing.

"As usual, Dek Ning. Gifts for children. But it's all gone home." The man smiled kindly as he held out a plastic bag at Ningsih.

"Sorry, sir. Not that Ningsih did not want to, but the children were already at home. It's best if Mr. Agung just bring it home for Ms. Lurah."

The friendly smile on that resolute handsome jawed face faded slightly, but what Ningsih said was indeed true. He used to come bring souvenirs for sanggar students. If they don't exist, how else? Be brought home. After all, her dance teacher had also refused.

"Yes, that's it already." His friendly smile felt a little awkward. "Are you going home? Come on, go home with you."

"Thank you Sir. But I'm sorry, there's still something to do."

"If it's not long, I can wait."

"Well, no, sir. No need to bother so. Better hurry home, this rain must be madam worried waiting for Mr. Agung to come home."

"It's okay. N-n-"

"Sorry, sir." Ningsih immediately interjected because Mr. Agung did not seem to give up easily. "Actually Ningsih felt bad. What if someone sees us alone here? Please understand, yes, sir."

Like being doused in the water in public, Mr. Agung immediately blushed with embarrassment. In the end the man gave up, went home first without Ningsih.

Know for yourself how the village customs. Better not to take the risk. Moreover, Mr. Agung was her husband Bu Sriwedari, Lurah Pangangan Village. Could be bad if it gets rumored. As soon as Pak Agung's motorbike had gone, Ningsih rushed to continue packing his belongings.

"Sonten's shampoo, Ningsih said goodbye, Mbah."

(Sammon sonten: It's late afternoon)

Very quiet. There's no one else there. Who did Ningsih say goodbye to?

No need to be surprised, it had become a habit of him, even when passing on the front road Ningsih also said the same sentence.

Actually not only in the hangar or punden he was so, in other places that are considered sacred and there are waiters, Ningsih also always say hello. Understand, the villagers are still very superstitious.

Punden Pangangan Village is a small cottage without walls, a position higher than the ground level, there are five steps, the floor is cemented, and the floor is, in the middle of the floor there is a square hole to put the flowers and various kinds of offerings.

Two giant teak trees grow on the left-right, the roots are large and sticking out to the ground surface, the leaves are sparse. When only seen at a glance, the two trees were like dead trees that were still standing.

"Go home, Buk." The girl came in through the kitchen door, greeting her mother who was cooking.

"Go take a shower there." Ms. Rusmini just glanced at her daughter at a glance, her hands busy flipping the salted fish in the frying pan.

"Mr hasn't come home yet?" Ningsih stepped past her mother towards the inner room. Not long back with a towel.

"So already. But, just went again with the people, because the embankment of the rice fields kidol jebol."

No wonder. If the rain continues like this, it could not only be a broken rice field embankment, the river can also overflow.

Mr. Wahyu, his father Ningsih, came home late at dinner. While she was taking a bath, Ningsih prepared dinner for her, while the mother sat down while watching TV. Thankfully, the rain had stopped altogether, thankfully there was also no lightning flash. So don't worry about getting caught.

"Rain continues, there's a child who comes to exercise what is not, Ndok?"

(Ndok: Call of girls in Javanese)

"There, Sir. They came all, really, five kids. Two from the village next door." Ningsih had wanted to sit with his mother in front of the TV, eventually even accompany the father.

"Sir, the sanggar has not been renovated for a long time. Mbok, yes, renovated again."

It's actually never fixed at all. Ningsih had asked several times to help the handyman to fix the roof and fix the damaged parts quite badly, but not durable. It seems like it needs a complete renovation.

"Yes, you said it with Miss Lurah. You are, right, in charge of sanggar, to ...."

Also true. As a dancing teacher and the only person willing to take care of the sanggar, Ningsih should have the right to apply for repairs. After all, the sanggar is a village asset, an ancestral heritage that he said was built not long after this village was established.

Since the conversation with his father, three days had already passed. This afternoon, after returning home from teaching at the village Junior High, Ningsih went to Bu Lurah's residence.

In front of Bu Lurah's house, he saw two men getting into the car. It looks like the bosses. Male, but wearing a gold necklace as big as a bicycle chain, the ring is also big, the watch is also golden. Like a gold shop just walking.

Entering the veranda was immediately greeted by Bu Lurah himself, Ningsih was invited to chat in the living room. Bu Lurah, a curvaceous woman, neatly haired one-cab, bright red lips looking a little dower, sat resting on her elbows on the arm of the sofa-staring intensely at Ningsih who sat in front of her.

"Yes, already. Never seen. But, no promise can be immediately fixed because I want to focus on road repair first, lo, Dek Ning."

Whoa! Finally, there are also people who are thinking about building a road. Ningsih could not help but smile, the steep curves adorning her cheeks, her large round eyes sparkling.

The girl did not know that in fact the predecessors had also submitted road improvement proposals, but until now there was no certainty. Promises continued, until the new order's government collapsed, not yet realized.

"Thank you, Miss Lurah. Then Ningsih said goodbye first."

That tall girl left Bu Lurah's residence with a hopeful heart. Hoping that the construction of the village will be carried out soon, hoping that the now serving lurah can really advance the village. Bu Sriwedari said he was still the first lurah descendant of this village. Hopefully we can be trustworthy.

The next morning when Ningsih had gone to teach, Bu Lurah visited the dance studio accompanied by Mr. Gonden, Bayan Dusun Kidul, as well as his confidant. They could not enter the hangar because the key was in Ningsih.

Looking at the building that is quite ancient, has undergone several repairs as well, but in fact quiet just not much activity. Only Ningsih would still bother to take care of this place.

Make what try? Take care of yourself, find a soul mate. Time, yes, 24 years old still no sign of getting married. Bu Lurah exhaled a coarse breath, his head shaking a little. I don't understand the young girl's choice.

Only eight o'clock more, the market that usually closes at ten is of course still very crowded. There were two traders who opened a stall on the terrace of the sanggar. Conversing briefly with them, after that Bu Lurah stepped towards the punden through the path that was behind the sanggar.

In front of the punden, outside the fence, there are also many traders who lined up; there are those who use cots, there are stretches of mats, there are also those on bicycles using baskets. So many people, the road that can be passed so limited, even sometimes hampered. Fortunately the road there is dense and slightly pebbled so not muddy.

Mr. Gonden who had been following Bu Lurah, now stood in line. "Bu Lurah, so you want to men-"

"Hush! Silence you!"

Though Mr. Gonden spoke very slowly, but Bu Lurah still rebuked him. The eyes of Bu Lurah jelalatan, glanced here and there.

"Don't be reckless!" Now his eyes are glaring at Mr. Gonden.

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